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His brow creases.
The song changes toHave Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. He gets up, comes around the table, and holds out his hand.
Lips curving, I slide mine into his, and I let him pull me to my feet. He leads me to the space between the dining and living area, and pulls me into his arms. Slowly, we begin to dance.
Mmm…
This is kind of heavenly. I feel pleasantly sated, and nicely mellow from the wine. Alex smells nice, and his skin is warm and smooth beneath my fingertips. I stroke them across his chest, from shoulder to shoulder, following the line of his collarbone, feeling the muscles above and below. They linger on a scar on his left shoulder.
“Where did you get this?” I ask.
“Playing rugby.”
“I thought you were a nerd.”
“I didn’t say I was any good at it.”
I smile, continuing to explore. He has a scattering of brown hair on his arms and curly hairs on his chest. His flat nipples are light brown, and he twitches when I stroke a thumb over them. I trail my hand down his abs to his belly button, then follow the line of hair to where it disappears beneath the waistband of his jeans. He shivers, and I feel a thrill of pleasure. My touch affects him as much as the other way around.
I look up at him, and he pulls me closer to him and lowers his mouth to mine.
He kisses me slowly, softly. Just pressing his lips to mine for a while, teasing me, until he finally touches his tongue to my bottom lip. I sigh and open my mouth, and he slides his tongue inside. I lift my arms around his neck and tilt my head to the side to change the angle. We deepen the kiss, while I sink my hands into his hair, and he drops his hands to my hips, then down onto my butt.
Ooh, this is nice. It’s warm and sultry in the room—he hasn’t put the aircon on—and although it won’t be dark until about nine, the light is fading, and the fairy lights cast glitter across the carpet.
It’s so different from last year that I can barely believe I’m the same person. Last Christmas felt like the end. This year it feels like a beginning. It’s already a billion times better, and we haven’t even really started yet.
Chapter Fifteen
Alex
Missie is all soft surfaces—satin skin, silky hair, velvet lips, rounded breasts, and the wonderful pliable muscles of her bottom. My fingers slide over her teddy, exploring her curves, while I kiss her mouth, enjoying her sighs and occasional sexy moans low in her throat.
I lift my head and study her dark, expressive eyes. “Can you let your hair down?” I murmur.
Her lips curve up, and she lifts her hands to remove the clips in her hair, letting it tumble around her shoulders. She tosses the clips onto the nearby table, and I sink my hands into the long brown locks that slip through my fingers like silk ribbons.
“Do you really have silver hairs down below?” she teases.
I remember that she overheard my conversation with Finn. “You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
“I intend to.” She gives me a mischievous smile.
Feeling a surge of happiness, I slide my hands beneath her butt, lift her, and wrap her legs around my waist. She squeals and laughs, then kisses me, and I walk through to the bedroom, trying not to bump into the furniture as I go. My pulse has picked up speed, and my blood is racing through my veins. I want this girl so much it hurts. I just hope I manage to last five minutes and don’t embarrass myself.
She brushes her fingers up the short hair on the back of my head and delves her tongue into my mouth. “Mmm,” she says. “You taste good.”
“Not as good as you’re going to taste in a minute.”
She lifts her head to look at me, and her eyes are wide with excitement.
“Have you been a good girl this Christmas?” I murmur, taking her into my bedroom and over to the bed.
“If I say no, do I get a spanking?” Her eyes dance.
I pull the duvet back, climb onto the bed, and tip her onto her back. Then I lean over and look down at her. For a moment, I can’t reply, speechless as I look at the way her hair is spread over my pillow. I’ve waited so long, I can’t believe she’s finally here, in my house, my bed, my arms.
“More lights,” she says, looking around at the fairy lights that are casting jewels across the duvet. “Don’t tell me… Finn?”
